What is imagination when the mind is stung by toxic thought?
A stark contrast to this time last year.
Unromanticizing the ego to make way for something new.
“It’s better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self” Cyril Connolly
Watching a friend move through the mud.
Forces are pulling us in every direction and drowning out our own needs.
Letting go of the leaves that hold fast to us.
Another night of broken slumber leaves them in the dark.
What you do in this moment defines who you are.
When 17 syllables help you say it best.